The taste of despair slowly passing through my lips as I swallowed.

Into the dark alley people joke and smoke blowing air onto my shoulders.

Where are you from you don't belong here written a long the walls.

People hovering over the library bathroom stalls.

On the air port people wondering where I am or where I come from.

They make fun of things they don't understand and put me in trouble.

Everyone is watching me, chasing me, their eyes circle around my pupils dilating.